The Republic of China: A Letter of Appointment Creates the Most Powerful Warlord

"Bastard thing!!"

Fu Yongyi, who was already on the verge of "explosion", was so angry after hearing his straightforward and arrogant remarks that he pulled out a pistol on the spot and pointed it directly at Zhang Ye's forehead.

"Put down the gun!" On the other side, Lu Shan reacted quickly and drew his gun in an instant, pointing it at Fu Yongyi, fearing that he would lose control of his emotions and kill Zhang Ye.

Swish, swish, swish... At the same time, outside the gate, soldiers from the 73rd Regiment rushed into the compound like lightning, with more than a hundred guns firmly locked on Lu Shan.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became solemn.

"Don't move!" Zhang Ye winked at Lu Shan, signaling him not to get involved.

He knew very well that Fu Yongyi would not shoot for some bandits.

"Don't get so angry about these little things."

Zhang Ye looked at Fu Yongyi, whose eyes were red, and gently raised his hand to hold down his pistol.

"Those guys deserved to die. If they hadn't stolen my things, they wouldn't have been surrounded. Ultimately, it's easy to change a country, but hard to change one's nature. I killed them today to clear up your troubles in the future."

"If you say so, I should thank you!" Fu Yongyi calmed down a lot with this opportunity. He knew that he was in the wrong in this matter, so he didn't want to make too big a fuss.

"No need to thank me, I'm just avenging my brothers." Seeing his anger subside, Zhang Ye took the teapot and poured him a cup of tea. "Brother Fu, those bandits are just rabble-rousers after all. Even if we recruit them, it would only be a waste of food and supplies. There's no need to get angry about this."

"It's easy for you to say. I have submitted the report and the number has been issued. Now the person is gone. How can I explain to my superiors?" Fu Yongyi's face was still gloomy. He had no way to deal with this kid's smooth talk.

If Zhang Ye had continued to be tough, he would still have ways to deal with it, but this guy was quick-witted and always managed to shut himself up first, which was really frustrating.

If he had known this kid was so difficult to deal with, he would never have bothered with this matter.

"What are you going to tell me? Tell me the truth. Just put the blame on me."

Zhang Ye patted his chest and agreed very readily, not forgetting to brag a little.

"Don't forget, I graduated from the Baocheng Military Academy. Does General Huang Weize know me? He is my old mentor."

"He came to my place for a drink a few days ago. If I can't handle this little thing, I'm still hanging around in the Duan Department."

"Oh, now I understand. You guys who graduated from the military academy are all here to gild yourselves." After hearing his words, Fu Yongyi's face was full of envy, and he complained sourly: "No wonder you, a small county magistrate, can gather so many troops around you. It turns out that they are all royal guards."

"I've seen the situation in Qizigou. Several mortar salvos have dug a crater over a meter deep into the ground. Do you have a grudge against them that warrants such a tirade?"

"Hey, fighting is all about momentum." Zhang Ye straightened his back with a proud smile on his face.

In fact, he can only pretend to be cool in front of people like Fu Yongyi. If someone else comes, none of them will have a better background than him.

These days, officers in the army are also divided into different ranks.

The best among them are the children of aristocratic families. They have noble births, academic qualifications and a lot of fancy titles. For such people, as long as they join the army, they will have a green light all the way. In three or two years, they can take on important tasks. At the very least, they can become brigade-level officers and become generals.

Next is the academic school, and Zhang Ye is one of them, but he himself has no background. During his school years, he was like an invisible person, hardly attracting anyone's attention, and even his friends were very few.

For such students, there are usually only two options after graduation: either be assigned to the grassroots level of the army and slowly get promoted through step-by-step efforts, or be assigned to various government agencies or command centers and live a relatively comfortable life sitting in an office.

Zhang Ye was able to become the county magistrate, on the one hand because of good luck, and on the other hand because those powerful students simply disdained to do such grassroots work.

They would rather sit in the office, drink tea, read newspapers, and enjoy a relaxed working environment, so that they can grab the opportunity for promotion immediately if it comes.

In comparison, who would be willing to take the trouble to deal with those poor people?

As for people like Fu Yongyi, they belong to the last category. They have little education, but they are strong, aggressive and have a hot temper.

The reason why I can reach my current position is that I joined early and worked hard to get promoted with the awards for my meritorious service. I don’t have any close connections with the upper levels, but I am a very disciplined person at the grassroots level and I have a lot of prestige.

Thus, a rather humorous scene came into being.

Those second-generation officials with deep backgrounds find it difficult to integrate with the people below them. As a result, when the time comes to actually go into battle to kill the enemy, the soldiers under their command are unwilling to give their all and are perfunctory in their duties.

Those military officers who lack background are envious of the second-generation officials.

They easily get the positions they have been dreaming of, spend their days drinking and having fun, and still get promoted smoothly.

Over time, everyone was unable to achieve their own expectations, so they simply chose to lie down and give up.

Those second-generation officials no longer attempt to control subordinate troops, but are instead focused on climbing up to gain wealth.

As for those grassroots officers, they watched opportunities slip away before their eyes. No matter how hard they tried, they could never get a chance. In the end, they could only become completely discouraged and choose to muddle through, living one day at a time. The rest of their time was spent racking their brains to extort money from the lower classes.

……

An hour later, a banquet was held in the office. Zhang Ye and Fu Yongyi drank until their faces turned red and they were arm in arm, as close as brothers. The tense atmosphere was gone.

"Brother, don't say anything. If you have any problems in Ande's territory, just tell me. It will definitely help."

Fu Yongyi was burping, his eyes were almost narrowed into slits, and he hugged Zhang Ye's shoulders and was reluctant to let go.

"I don't have any other special abilities, but I have many brothers. The entire Donglu Province is full of my old comrades. I'm not saying I'm that awesome, but if you want to deal with someone, it's absolutely a piece of cake."

"Really, that would be great."

Zhang Ye became interested after hearing this, patted him on the shoulder and started to fool him.

"Then I really have something I want to cooperate with you on. If this thing is done, I can get at least tens of thousands of dollars a month."

"How many!?"

Fu Yongyi, who was still dazed and drunken a second ago, immediately became alert after hearing the word "Ocean". He raised his neck and asked impatiently.

"Brother, brother, please explain clearly. What kind of business is this? You can earn tens of thousands of dollars a month. You have to take me with you. I am the most generous and loyal person..."